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[swing jazz]

♪

[backfiring]

What's with that urrking sound?

For 1200 bucks...

kapow!

I like to refer to it as white noise.

You seriously gotta get a new car, man.

That thing is a classic, Jordan.

Not like this thing, though.

This is a sweet ride.

Not so sweet for the dead guy.

Gotta hand it to him, though.

At least he went out in style.

High-rolling weekend in Vegas,

little gamblin', little boozin', little trollin'.

You know what they say.

"What Happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."

You have a problem with that?

Hey, you want to head out there

and put your life savings on red, be my guest.

But don't think

the "Montecito Resort and Casino"

is set up to let you win.

They just want you to think that way.

Excuse me, excuse me.

This is supposed to be a secure crime scene.

Who are they?

I'm Samantha Jane Marquez.

Sam. This is Danny McCoy.

We're from the Montecito

Resort and Casino--

We're from Las Vegas.

You're not supposed to be here. They're not supposed to be here.

The Montecito made arrangements.

Some concierge service.

This guy have a name?

Tommy O'Brien.

He's a whale.

Or what you'd call a high roller.

Uh-huh.

Interesting appendage.

I'm guessing this is why your hotel made "arrangements?"

That's uh, three million in cash.

Look, I need to tell you guys what happened.

Yeah. I think you do.

Approximate three-millimeter depression to his temple.

Let me guess--he tripped.

No. I-I hit him.

I know how this looks.

But the guy was out of control.

He was all over Sam, and he wouldn't back down.

So I hit him.

You must have a pretty wicked left hook.

Actually, a right cross.

Which I'm guessing fractured his temporal bone,

severing the middle meningeal artery.

And this case here, it's been tampered with.

Someone was trying to get it off.

Or get it open.

We were trying to secure it.

Yeah, I'm sure you were.

You know what this case looks like to me?

Three million pieces of motive.

Listen...man...

Easy, easy. You gonna hit me, too?

No, I-I just--

It was an accident.

Yeah, well here in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts,

we don't call it an accident.

We call it manslaughter.

[suspenseful rock music]

♪

[Danny] I made a statement.

I told you I hit him, I didn't mean to hurt him.

I was just trying to stop him.

I was defending her.

See, normally I'd go with

"you don't know your own strength,"

but then I checked you out.

Ex-Special Ops, trained killer.

Spooky.

I threw one punch.Case in point.

This Tommy O'Brien was a bad guy.

So we marked the cash.

And we were going to try to follow it.

Why did you mark the cash?

I can't tell you that.

Oh, man.

This sounds straight out

of one of those Elmore Leonard novels.

You think I'm lying, so give me a polygraph.

Guy trained like you, you'd be able to fool it.

See, Danny, I got, like, a sixth sense

for these sorta things.

And that sixth sense is telling me

three million in cash is a sweet bonus

on a security guard's salary.

Head of Security. Whatever.

And I'm around millions of dollars every day.

How stupid would I look to kill a guy

knowing that I'm gonna be the prime suspect?

Everybody looks stupid when they get caught.

I need to make sure that that money is secure.

Don't worry about that money.

It's safe at the morgue.

Evidence that rolls in with a body,

stays with the body.

Three million dollars?

They can't make sure that kinda money is safe.

That's how we do it here in Boston.

Besides, I think you have more important things

to worry about.

I think I'd like to make that call now.

All present and accounted for.

Ahh, the adventures I could have with this lot.

Dream on.

You run the prints off the "impermeable" case?

Oh, yeah, that's what I came to tell you.

Casino boy's prints are all over it.

And those of his tasty traveling companion.

[beeping]

Well, well, well.

Something turn up on Mr. O'Brien's fake ID?

Yeah, his prints are a match...

twelve times over.

He's got driver's licenses in a dozen states,

all with different names.

"Eliot Sparks, Thadeous Theraux..."

Multiple IDs, multiple sex partners.

His body was covered in female DNA--saliva, pubic hair--

not to mention traces of cocaine up his nose.

Yeah, a regular poster boy for Vegas.

Guess our guy really did have a reason for slugging him.

Nige...

Remind me, if I ever think about chaining

a tamper-proof case to my wrist...

not to.

[whirring]

Wanna give me a hand?

This place is like a small kingdom.

I guess money can't buy everything.

I don't know why I let you talk me into this.

This is ridiculous.

You said she wouldn't let go.

Now, if your guys yank her off, they smear everything.

What do we got?

Maid says the mother came home about an hour and a half ago,

found the kid here.

That's Florence Mills? That's her name?

Yeah.

So go do your touchy-feely thing

and get her out of here so I can do my job.

How about you give me some space,

so I can do my job.

[sobbing]

Mrs. Mills.

I'm Lily Lebowski.

These police officers, the Medical Examiner,

they need to examine your son

so they can try and find out who did this.

If I let him go...

You won't.

You won't ever have to let him go.

He'll always be with you.

Kid was supposed to be up in his room

studying for some trig test.

Must have needed a study break.

Did you find a weapon?

Nope.

No motive yet either.

Dr. Cavanaugh.

Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.

What are you doing here?

I was just looking for the ladies room, and--

I mean, at the morgue.

Oh, I wanted to keep an eye on the money

while Danny sorts things out.

This isn't bad--

electronic entry, video surveillance.

It's not Vegas, but--

Ya know, visitors aren't really

allowed down here unescorted.

I'm not sure why we started off on the wrong foot.

We're not on the wrong foot.

Actually, you're just kind of in the wrong place.

Listen, uh...

I've had a really bad day.

Nothing like watching a guy die right in front of you,

being cooped up with the corpse,

then having your friend arrested for killing him.

Yeah, well I'm-I'm very sorry

that your friend got himself into trouble.

But as you can see,

our security system is just fine, so...

Well, I guess that's good to know.

Okay...

[footsteps leaving]

[Macy] Spiral fractures.

Someone took extra care to do this special.

Just kept on twisting.

Anatomical Neck, Head Humerus,

Capitulum.

Not a single defensive wound, so either he knew the killer...

Or the killer surprised him from behind.

You know, I understand that the mother was overwrought,

but she didn't make our job any easier.

Her trace is all over the--

That's weird.

His canine tooth's been pulled.

Who takes a tooth as a souvenir?

Maybe someone with a wig.

Looks synthetic.

If it's a wig, we might be able to trace it.

Garret?

Uh, Renee Walcott is in your office.

What's going on, Renee?

You've been dodging me for months,

and all of a sudden, you have to see me right now?

I guess I should explain.

Pretty sure I understand the mechanics of it.

Yeah, I know you do.

So, when were you gonna tell me?

It's not yours.

My ex--

No, it's none of my business, apparently.

I met him for a drink and...

One thing led to a mother?

Listen, I'll take whatever flak you want to lob my way,

but right now I need to talk to you about Jefferson Mills.

Of course you do.

This killing is a priority.

Whoever did it is a monster.

I think our monster left a calling card.

What is it, Bug?

I, uh, I just--

I found a partial print on the body.

Back of the ankle.

I think we may have our killer.

I'm saying it's called chivalry.

You know, some guy's hitting on your friend,

they won't stop, they won't let go.

We're not talking about me.

Someone's doing that,

and they won't back down...

you back them down.

You're wrong about Danny.

I've been waiting fifteen minutes.

Yeah, I-I was just getting some coffee.

Yeah. I can see.

Excuse me.

I was not getting played.

[mocking] "You're wrong about Danny."

Please. She is so a suspect, Woody.

With an inordinate interest in the money.

I'm gonna have security escort her out.

Jordan, we know the guy did it.

He confessed.

No, the punch didn't kill him.

His temporal bone was intact, no bleeding, no hemorrhage.

What about the indentation on his head?

He got hit, that's all.

If you ask me, his story was meant to cover for something.

Or someone.

So how did this guy die?

Ventricular fibrillation.

A heart attack?

Only there's no signs of heart disease, no defects.

Which means?

Normally I'd think poisons,

but tox screens came back negative.

Except for cocaine.

Cocaine has a very short half-life.

It only kills you when it's spiking,

not on the way down.

Looks like this guy did cocaine in Vegas.

So what stopped this guy's heart?

What are these, some kind of burns?

All over his torso.

This tissue is cooked from the inside out.

A sign of electrocution.

You're telling me rent-a-cop fried him?

No, I'm saying somebody did.

Now, if you can find something on that plane

that can deliver a charge, maybe we can figure out who.

[knocking on door]

[knocking]

Go away.

Can I help you?

Dr. Macy?

Yeah.

I'm, uh, Ed Deline.

My hotel owns the plane that you're holding hostage.

The one with the dead body.

ME on that case is Dr. Cavanaugh.

You can make an appointment with her in the morning.

Yes, I could.

But, you see, I wanted to talk to you.

We have a situation.

Unfortunately, your police don't know

what the hell they're doing.

They're trying to pin this death

on one of my employees,

and I'm sure they are, no doubt,

pushing you to rubber-stamp it.

I don't rubber-stamp anything.

See, I kinda know how things work.

All due respect, you don't know how I work.

Or my people.

All due respect, why don't you tell me

what your people have found?

Like I said, I don't rubber-stamp things.

And I don't hand out autopsy results

in the middle of an investigation,

especially to someone vested in the case.

It's your plane, it's your employee,

both of which are being held for good reason.

You don't know me.

So I'm gonna let that go.

But if you think for one second that you're running the show,

you're gonna find out you're sadly mistaken.

Excuse me, won't you?

I got nothing, Nigel.

You find anything?

Well, it seems the Challenger 800

comes equipped with a full galley kitchen,

including a lovely set of Messermeister cutlery,

one boudoir with prima cotton sheets,

and...

an M26 Stun Gun.

Shocker.

I'm guessing this is our electrocutioner's

weapon of choice.

We know the stun gun was registered to the pilot.

Um-hmm, and there's two sets of prints.

And neither are his.

Well, one's a dead match for our boy from booking.

And the other?

Ah, so the question is, who's covering for whom?

[alarm blaring]

They must have gone the other way.

What, what is it? What's wrong?

The three million dollars.

It's gone.

Hey, it's Hoyt.

I'm gonna need the preliminary reports

on that morgue vault ASAP.

Thank you-- Whoa, Whoa, Whoa.

Where are you taking him?

He's been released.I don't think so.

Hard as it may be for you to believe, Detective,

you're in way over your head.

Keep him here, keep him here.

I got a call to make, keep him right there.

That won't be necessary.

I'm sorry, you are...

Me?

Well, gee, I-I guess I'm the guy over your head.

You know what, I really don't care who you are.

I got a probable murder weapon with his prints on it

and his associate's prints on it, excuse me.

I don't know what it is you think you have--

Hey, either you did it,

or you helped your friend Sam cover it up.

Personally, my money's on him.

Either way, he's not walking out of here.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Um, would you please allow me to give you a little advice?

Don't ever raise your voice to me again.

Okay, uh, sir, maybe I haven't been clear with you.

So I'm gonna explain the situation.

Here's what's gonna happen--

No, no, no, no, no, no.

See, here's what's gonna happen, I'll tell you.

You're gonna do anything that you possibly can to clear Danny.

And then he's going to figure out who it was

that stole the money right out from under your nose.

Right, right.

It's actually common here in Massachusetts

to allow murder suspects

to participate in investigations.

Well, I guess it is now,

since I talked to your Commissioner.

See, my people, as luck would have it,

they happen to know a thing or two about vault security.

So now, if you have any further questions for me or Ms. Marquez,

pick up a phone, jump on a plane, I don't care.

I'm leaving.

I'll call you when I get to Vegas.

You want to give me a ride to the morgue,

or should I just catch a cab?

It's going to be okay.

You'll see, Mom.Oh, Beth.

Renee.

This the guy who matched the print?

Look.

I'm not going to let you do this.

This is ridiculous.

Somebody has to explain the evidence.

My client is not going to say anything.

That's right.

That kid had 17 bones snapped.

They didn't snap.

[man] Amanda, don't say another word.

But I did it.

And they didn't snap.

More like a pop.

Or a crunch.

You're saying that this-- this little girl.

Did you see that crime scene?

The print that you found on the body is hers.

And she just confessed.

[Nigel] The killer surprised Jefferson Mills from behind.

The first blow was to the base of the skull.

The weapon was swung upwards

by someone shorter than the victim.

With a weapon like a golf club or a baseball bat,

you don't need to be that strong.

The weapon creates the force to do the damage.

Then the killer went to work on the arms.

Started twisting.

More than once around.

It takes a full revolution before the shoulder pops.

A little girl could do that?

It doesn't take much to force a bone past the breaking point.

The torque provides the pressure to do the damage.

"Like a pop. Or a crunch."

Um...could you give us a minute?

So what are you gonna do?

What do you think?

Indict her. Put her on trial.

I think we should slow down.

Forensics.

Confession.

Am I missing something?

There's no murder weapon. No motive.

Her father's a bigot.

He tried his damndest to keep the Mills family

from moving in and corrupting the neighborhood.

Bad blood seems to have been playing out between the kids.

Broken windows, stolen bike.

Maybe he did it.

The girl is a psychopath, Garret.

Did you hear one iota of remorse in her voice?

Look, she's playing cold.

She's playing remorseless.

Maybe she did it, maybe she didn't.

I'm just saying that you need to slow down.

If that's a professional dig, I'll take it under advisement.

If it's personal...

Oh, hey, it's our murder suspect/investigative helper.

You're cute.

Not funny, but definitely cute.

This thing ring a bell?

We keep one on the plane just in case.

The prints are all over it.

And you think that that's the murder weapon.

In order to confirm,

we have to try it out on live flesh.

Our criminologist volunteered. He should be here any second.

Why wait?

Actually, the torso's better.

We dialed it down.

You sure about this?

Go ahead, Doc. Make my day.

Ready?

Hmm-mm.

[buzzing]

[Nigel] They teach you that in the Marines,

did they?

Ways to withstand torture?

Here you go.Thanks, Nige.

This one shouldn't hurt.

It's an X-Met.

X-ray tube-based XRF alloy analyzer.

Each stun gun has its own signature.

Well, looks like your story might just hold up.

Gee, you think?

I am going to find out what really happened on that plane.

Now, button up your shirt.

The video feeds were cut before the heist.

But the thief had to get in to disable them, right?

Yeah, but there's nothin'.

Whatever we find,

I'm betting Lieutenant McCoy had something to do with it.

It's sad,

but the guy seems legit.

Yeah, it's funny how you've changed your tune

about "all things Vegas" since Five-Card Stud disrobed.

He's still in the Vault?

I got two unis on him.

Not about to let him or his little brunette counterpart

bury any evidence against him.

See, now, her I don't trust.

100 bucks says that Sam's our thief.

Or this Deline guy himself with the death grip.

He's got some wacky covert background

I can't even access.

It's her.

Nigel, I was just--

No, no, I mean, I mean, it's her.

Look, who I just found sneaking into our electrical room.

We got her.

I'm not so sure. She walks differently.

It's a girl thing.

Can you enhance that?

Watch this.

There.

She's not even facing the camera.

Yeah, but her reflection is...

It's not Sam.

Who is she?

I don't know.

But whoever she is,

she should've kept her hands to herself.

Believe me now?

Yeah, you're a real boy scout.

If the alpha males would please return

to their respective corners,

the $3 million goes to:

Madeline Pillsbury.

And it looks like she's been one naughty girl.

It's from her bedroom.

But it doesn't match the synthetic hair we found.

Why would an 11-year-old girl

confess to a murder she didn't commit?

I hate to say it,

but the girl is a textbook setup for psychopathy.

Angry father, mother gone like half the month.

IQ's not on the higher side.

Can I ask you a question... about Walcott?

No.

This is not the first kid that you've seen kill.

Are you sure that--

This isn't about Renee,

and I'm not going to discuss any--

What?

School records mentioned a broken arm.

Skateboarding.

She missed gym for two months.

So?

Look at her wrist, her arm.

It's not skateboarding.

Those were spiral fractures, just like Jefferson Mills.

They were twisted.

It's a sign of abuse.

So that's the trigger for all this?

She was abused?

It's not the trigger.

What if the same person that broke her bones, broke his?

She was covering?

You said it yourself.

Her father had it in for Jefferson Mills' family

from day one.

Who better to scare this girl into a confession?

[Woody] What kind of name is Madeline Pillsbury?

Sounds like some sort of weird breakfast pastry.

You're were just pissed off it wasn't Sam.

[Woody] What's the deal with Sam?

Is she, uh, seeing anybody?

[laughs]

Boston P.D., open up!

Boston P.D.!

All right, stand back.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I can pick this lock in, like, five seconds.

Oh, really, I can do it in, like, one.

Boston P.D.!

Something tells me we're a day late.

And $3 million short.

Looks like somebody had a helluva party.

Or left in a hurry.

Well, lookey here.

I'm thinking Madeline Pillsbury had her own little dough boy.

The dead guy from the plane.

Looks like she was doing her homework. Check it out.

Scrubs, map of the morgue.

Okay, this is strange.

It's like Martha Stewart's been in that kitchen.

Yeah, I smelled cookies when Dirty Harry here

kicked in the door.

Maybe that's her MO,

rip off 3 million bucks, hold a bake sale.

It's just wrong.

Well, so is this place.

This guy was supposed to be a high roller.

Doesn't add up.

This isn't going to help.

Whoa.

[laughs] Now this reminds me of Vegas.

I think I'm going to blush.

[Woody] One man's pain,

another man's pleasure.

Speaking of which.

A stun gun.

No, it can't. It wasn't on the plane.

We better get this stuff back to trace.

See if it can tell us where she's been.

Or more importantly, where she's going.

Money's gone. Cause of death is gone.

I think I'm out of here.

I'll have an easier time tracking her back in Vegas.

Oh, you're leaving?

It's a sad day for the Boston P.D.

Uh, see ya around.

All right.

[knocks on door]

Time to go, Beth.

You've got 30 minutes, tops.

I'm not sure my father wants anyone talking to her.

You think he'll get mad?

Okay.

Hi, Amanda.

I'm Garret Macy. I'm with the Medical Examiner's office.

It's my job to examine Jefferson Mills

and figure out how he died and who killed him.

Now, you say it was you, right?

Sweety, I know about the broken bones.

Everyone knows about the broken bones.

Well, not his broken bones.

I'm talkin' about yours.

You want to tell me how you got those?

Okay, you know what I think?

I think you're scared.

I think whoever broke your arm

is the same person that killed Jefferson.

I could show you how I did it.

I'm a doctor, Amanda.

I know the signs of abuse, okay?

[door slams open]

What the hell are you doing!?

How does this make any sense?

You tried to force the Mills family out of your neighborhood.

And when that didn't work, you killed the son.

And for some sick, pathetic reason,

you make your own daughter take the fall.

Maybe you figure they'll never convict.

If I thought taking the fall would get my daughter off,

you'd have my confession in a second.

But it wouldn't hold up because I didn't do it.

You think--

You think I want to believe she did it?

Do you know what it's like to see my daughter

in there like that?

My daughter!

[Woody] You know, Jordan, I have a very high threshold for pain.

I-I rarely use anesthesia when I go to the dentist,

hardly ever take aspirin.

You done?

Yeah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, let me just pump myself up for this. Okay.

[exhales]

You the man. You the man.

Okay, on three.

One, two--

[buzzing][muffled yells]

[buzzing]

You okay?Yeah.

Hardly felt anything at all.

Oh, good.

I know I took it better than that, uh, security guard.

Oh, women don't compare. That would be rude.

Wept like a baby.

Ah--No, it's okay.

Oh.

Well, nothin' says lovin' like 20,000 volts.

The marks were made by his wife.

So she killed him, then took the money.

Maybe.

But since this little toy wasn't on the plane,

it wasn't what stopped his heart.

We're back to square one.

What if what killed him was in his system before?

Nothing turned up with tox.

No injection marks.

No stomach contents.

But now we have a new suspect, which gives us this.

One off-the-rack crew neck that was under her scrubs.

It's blood.

So what? It's the husband's.

That's a high-velocity spatter pattern.

It's hers, she coughed it.

Exactly.

She's sick, coughing up blood.

This helps us how?

Well, the husband drops dead. We have no idea why.

Wife's coughing up blood.

Can't find anything on the husband.

Maybe we find something on her.

Or on what's left of her.

[door shuts]

Stop undermining my case.

Stop overstepping your authority.

I'm doing what the state pays me to do.

Investigating a death.

You sure that's all it is?

Your office gathered the evidence.

Now you want to undercut it? Undercut me?

You want to have this out right here?

I want to stop a psycho.

And I would appreciate your help.

There's algae on Amanda's shoe.

On top of the blood.

She picked it up after the murder.

What?

What's your point?

I found a high concentration of phosphates in the algae,

which leads me to think soap.

So I checked with the MWRA,

and there's a pond in her neighborhood

where a runoff from a chunk of houses drains to.

I'm betting that that's where we'll find a murder weapon.

Why do I feel like we're looking for a needle in a haystack,

and the needle's not even here?

If I'm here getting my wingtips dirty,

we're gonna find something.

[Bug] She was here.

Hey.

I'm bettin' murder weapon

is behind door number two.

Oh!

[coughing]

Looks like Jefferson Mills

wasn't the first thing she killed.

Cocaine.

No. Chocolate chip. Do you want some?

In her blood, traces of cocaine.

But that wouldn't make her split up blood.

I know, but it's the link.

He keels over. She's coughing up blood.

It's not the cocaine, it's what's in the cocaine.

And either someone was trying to kill her too...

Or she played a little roulette to get him to indulge.

Trace from his nose.

Okay, so we're looking for white powder.

Colorless, odorless, deadly.

Sodium Fluoroacetate?

Well, Vegas is a desert.

They have coyote problems.

So it's easy to get, would mix right into the--

Bingo, you are good.

So she tried to poison him in Vegas,

but it didn't work fast enough.

Claire Hendries.

And the question is...

Guess who just caught a flight to Jordan's favorite city

of decadence and moral decay?

One of Ms. Pillsbury's aliases?

Very good, Nigel. You get a gold star.

[Woody laughs]

You think she's returning

to the proverbial scene of the crime?

'Cause we just figured out this bloke was drugged

before he got on the plane.

So technically speaking, the murder took place in Vegas.

You mean the first murder.

Hey, Remember, those fresh-baked cookies

she made right after she lifted the cash,

the ones on her blouse?

I just ran the sample.

They're laced with Sodium Fluoroacetate.

She was making poison cookies?

Yeah, and who wants to bet she's takin' them to Vegas?

I think we have a plane to catch.

Whoa, whoa, whoa? What are you talking about?

I'm talking about going to Vegas.

You hate Vegas.

Yeah, but the body's my jurisdiction.

And if have to rely on Vegas C.S.U. to find anything,

I think we'll be in a bit of trouble.

Pack your bags, Woody. We're goin' to Vegas.

♪ Do your thing

♪ Do your thing

♪

♪ Do my thing Ah bum bum bum ♪

♪ And a dang dang dang

♪ Boom bang boom bang bang

♪ Boom bang boom bang bang

[Jordan] Smell that?

[Woody] Money?

Cigarettes, stale booze, over-oxygenated air

manufactured to keep you awake long enough

to gamble away your entire life savings.

Lighten up, Jordan.

This, this is what Vegas is all about.

What up, girl? Way to do it, yeah!

Keepin' the dream alive.

Oh, please, what'd she rack up there,

couple hundred bucks?

And that's supposed to offset the two grand

she already dumped in?

Next thing you know,

she's missing her next mortgage payment,

another trip, it is foreclosure.

Well, I'd welcome you to Vegas,

but apparently it isn't your kind of town.Sam, Sam!

Woody.

Hey.

You, uh, changed your hair. It looks nice.

Oh, uh, thanks. I did it for you.

Really?

No, but you should call me if you need a casino host.

And you should... Never mind.

Hey, I apologize for her.

I tried to get a hold of you two on your cells.

They found some of those marked bills at the Empire.

It's a little crapbox at the other end of the strip.

Apparently one of Pillsbury's aliases checked in there.

Don't tell me she already checked out.

Yeah, this morning.

You know what?

I'd like to get a look inside that room.

If she was already there, it might be a crime scene.

I figured. They're already waiting for you.

I'm going to go get the car.

Okay.

So what's with the "I hate Vegas" speech?

Oh, overstating my point a bit.A little.

So if it doesn't violate some mortician's code of ethics,

we've got a suite available for you if you need it.

Or two...

Oh, yes, actually, it is two.

Two is good.Okay. Well, I'll take care of it.

And, Danny, thanks, you know, this place isn't half bad.

No, it's not.

Okay.

They all have the same spiral fractures and missing teeth.

Next time I see a cute little girl selling raffle tickets,

I'm keeping the door locked.

It's not even funny.

Sorry.

Hello, hello, hello.

[Garret] What?

What do you got?

Some clothing and tissue, could be human.

I'm thinking this little guy didn't go quietly.

Bit the hand that killed it.

[Jordan] It's just wrong, Woody.

[Woody] It's fantastic, Jordan.

It's just fantastic.

Not them, the lobby.

Dolphins, a tiger, a roller coaster.

Jordan, look around you. Look around you.

It's parka weather back home.

Here it's...

Vegas, baby. It's Vegas.

How you all doin'?

Whoa!

Jesus!

[laughs nervously]

Smooth.

[computer beeps]

Is it hers?

Tissue's too corrupt to get a DNA reading.

Not even a partial mapping?

We've got nothing.

I wouldn't say that.

I started thinking, you get bit by a squirrel,

what's the first thing your mother makes you do?

Stop chasing squirrels?

No.

Rabies shot.

Which the state keeps records of

to keep track of any outbreaks.

I just got off with the Department of Health.

And guess who was vaccinated this past year?

Detective Seely said

you have a break in the case,

something that proves Amanda's lying.

We think so, yeah.

That's great.

We asked your father and your sister to come in today.

And they're right outside that window, Amanda.

We found that box at the pond, just where you told us.

I haven't told you anything.

Well, I don't understand, the box with the dead animals,

your doll, your cat.

What is she talking about?

I didn't tell you anything.

I told you, Amanda, there's nothing to be afraid of.

So let's just go over what really happened.

Everything you told us,

about how Beth killed Jefferson Mills.

Beth, I swear, I didn't say anything!

Please!She says Beth did this?

Please!

Don't hurt Shirley, I didn't say anything!

Beth, I don't want you to say anything.

No. I want to know.

Did you do this?

Daddy. Answer me!

If you did this, so help me--

You'll what?

You tell me, you--

They found the murder weapon in Beth's locker.

A field hockey stick.

And a box of teeth, her "trophies."

I still can't fathom it.

She was willing to go to jail

to keep her dog Shirley from getting hurt.

Amanda said that Beth liked the sound bones made

when they snapped.

The crack reminded her of crunching ice in her teeth.

I better get in there.

Yeah, I have to get back to the morgue too.

Renee.

You doing all right?

I mean, health wise, with the kid?

Yeah, Garret.

We're fine.

Take care of yourself.

'Kay.

Well, the bellhop does not remember her car, but get this,

he heard her talking on her cell phone

while he was loading.

Saying she was supposed to meet somebody else tonight.

If she's meeting someone later...

Then we got another murder on our hands.

But right now we got zip.

I mean look at this stuff.

What do we got,

"Lucky Seven" Magazine, empty bag of peanuts,

used tissues, soda can.

For all we know, she was hungry and tired.

Hey, can I see that?

There's a small piece of computer paper on the bottom.

Okay. So?

So if you're neat, you use a coaster.

If you don't have one, you use what you got.

And there's a water ring here.

Ink bleeds through wet paper. It leaves an image.

Wanna shut those drapes?

Feeling romantic?

Let's see.

I'm feeling like Madeline Pillsbury's

about to get burned.

Did you get it?

Rental company gave me the access code

to track the car.

The GPS is up.

The car's on the move,

looks like she's heading off the strip.

We got her? Yeah.

Where's she going?

Well, I guess that's the $3 million question.

Yeah, that and who she's meeting.

Here's her car.

Nothin'.

She's gotta be here somewhere.

We should split up.

Stick right behind me, right behind me.

Okay, like glue, like glue.

All right, I'm telling you, Jordan, and I mean it.

Stay here.

How did you find me?

Put down the gun.

You don't need to make this worse.

Shut up!

I want to know how you found me.

Madeline, put it down. We can talk about this.

I want to know how you found me.

Drop your weapon.

Put the gun down.

Put down your weapon.

It's cool, Danny, I got this. I got this, Danny.

Uh, Woody.

Now!

Madeline, stay calm.

We don't want to hurt you, all right?

Just put the gun down.

[gunshots]